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Marshmallow Mountain melts in the sun.
Cottage-cheese castles jiggle as she treks.
She sheds skin, bleeding a honeyed path for none to follow.

A red light turns green; a muse pops into her thoughts:
Bespectacled, uniformed, pen in hand, sitting on a desk-
It’s a pixie desperately scribbling.

As if her hand can’t keep up with the river of misfiring neurons
pouring from her head,
The pixie pants paragraphs of push,

Twitching as she pulls and tweaks.
She yelps until her empty belly aches,
Until her tattooed wrists and auburn hair lose their color.

Until it’s perfect.

Her fidgets become tremors as she implodes, and disintegrates into mush.
Fairy wings protrude from a pile of pixie rot.
Puddle of pixie dust or Sweetmeat Mountain,

Pulp all the same.

A fairy-tale pops out of a candied head.
Another driver honks his horn.
She gathers her things, vends her broken machine.

A marshmallow melts in the sun.

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Fri, 22 Oct 2010 10:17:00 -0700 When Her Slip Falls http://kittiekills.posterous.com/when-her-slip-falls http://kittiekills.posterous.com/when-her-slip-falls

She pulls a ribbon from her hair,
Like a single thread undoing a hem.
She shakes the residual tension from her locks
And drags the straps of her dress over her shoulders.
Silk and lace suspended briefly before the drop.
When her slip falls, I surrender.

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Wed, 26 May 2010 13:27:00 -0700 His Bones http://kittiekills.posterous.com/19288062 http://kittiekills.posterous.com/19288062
Everywhere she goes,
She carries his bones in a
Scarlet velvet sac.
His hands a wind-chime,
His skull a flower pot, His
Spine framed and hanging.
Every night she sings his
Song, sorrow giving life to
Otherwise flat notes.
A shrine adorned with
Coffee, candy, and cigars.
She prays to her saints.
With his foot in her
Mouth, she dreams of red roses
And his meat on hers.

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Mon, 25 Jan 2010 19:15:00 -0800 Uninspired & Tense, Respectively http://kittiekills.posterous.com/uninspired-and-tense-respectively http://kittiekills.posterous.com/uninspired-and-tense-respectively

i. uninspired:
damp dreams shrivel up
dry patiently waiting for
a tropical storm

ii. tense:
delicately tied
knots decorate her shoulders
stiff ribbons still heavy

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Fri, 22 Jan 2010 13:08:00 -0800 Flesh Ain't Nothing but Meat on a Bone http://kittiekills.posterous.com/flesh-aint-nothing-but-meat-on-a-bone http://kittiekills.posterous.com/flesh-aint-nothing-but-meat-on-a-bone
birds pick at
bits of rotten flesh clinging to
broken bones sucked dry by
blistered mouths mourning the memory of
bobby, found this morning on
biscayne, surrounded by
butts of cigarettes sprinkled among
bottles of whiskey and crinkled newspaper

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Thu, 21 Jan 2010 10:09:00 -0800 I am the King of Wishful Thinking http://kittiekills.posterous.com/i-am-the-king-of-wishful-thinking http://kittiekills.posterous.com/i-am-the-king-of-wishful-thinking

promise me the impossible
promise me that time stops here
this little organ in your treasure chest is mine
the vultures can take all the rest 

with your tongue, you paint the nightscape on my back
soft lips plant dreams, shift seeds, turn galaxies to dust
fleshy fingertips caress as dry knuckles knead the knots along my back
soothing mars, tempting venus, making jupiter feel small
everywhere your kisses touch, stars spawn
lifetimes in minutes, they shine
hovering over us, heading toward forever
nothing but cold black velvet sky in sight
do we crash at the speed of light
with such marvellous force
do we split like atoms, rot like corpses, return to nothing
you say my questions don't matter
but i don't think any of this does
all in all, we are just stardust in the wind
you roll your eyes, i roll on my back, and look up
i can't help but wonder
the meaning of it all

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Sat, 16 Jan 2010 17:39:34 -0800 On the Fritz http://kittiekills.posterous.com/on-the-fritz http://kittiekills.posterous.com/on-the-fritz
belly flop flips
flap jelly jacks
mink kilo wisps
kinky mind cracks

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Sat, 16 Jan 2010 17:31:38 -0800 Cheap Trick http://kittiekills.posterous.com/cheap-trick-20 http://kittiekills.posterous.com/cheap-trick-20
Dollar-store accessories dangle
from her ears and wrists, at the risk of giving her away.
 
Gold-colored roses hang from her neck,
a noose without thorns, no leaves that extend.
 
Lipstick, fire-engine red, not yet smeared
paints a pretty pout, perfectly proper and primed.

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Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:53:00 -0800 Dish http://kittiekills.posterous.com/10006270 http://kittiekills.posterous.com/10006270

i.

how'd you like your eggs?
over-easy. if only
it were that simple.

ii.

she converses more
than she eats, but finishes all
her wine. i'm cautious.

iii.

no meat without bone
no bone without death, a fresh
funeral served hot.

 

 

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Thu, 14 Jan 2010 04:43:00 -0800 The Classic Codependent http://kittiekills.posterous.com/the-classic-codependent http://kittiekills.posterous.com/the-classic-codependent

i.

make me
undo what’s been done

birth me anew
from your loin i can become

something
anything else but what i see before me

ii.

crawling to you
and yet i have nothing to bring
except this tired frown
the bags beneath my eyes
the baggage i’m carrying

iii.

don’t make me
do what’s bound to be done

don’t make me go
don’t make me show you
all of me

don’t make me
give you
all i could be

don’t make me
want to be
someone else

iv.

simply put
you surface like the sunrise
a love, kilimanjaro
dormant, asleep but dreaming


and dreaming of nothing less
than the mariana trench
a love, so deep
it’s become unreal

v.

i realize there’s nothing more than this
brief moment
you escape me
and i fear everything including fear itself

i realize there’s nothing more than this
raw rapture
you elude me
and i fear nothing is worse

vi.

you could go on
for days and decades
you could go on

and i would listen

i would submit
i would divulge
i would become

vii.

if you weren’t to respond
i completely understand
afterall, i hardly find

myself engaging

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